Pee-Boarding (Another True Story)

It all started with a weeks holiday in 1997 at a Holiday Camp in Somerset, a place called St Audrie's Bay which was by the coast overlooking the Bristol Channel.
St Audrie's was, and still is I think, a place Transvestites, Transexuals, and Sissies, could stay and meet others with the same likes and interests.
It was there that I first met 'Little Jenny'. She loved dressing like a little girl, which at the time was not something I either understood or had any interest in, but she/he seemed nice enough.
Strange thing was she/he always left me with an uneasy feeling. Nothing I could pin down, just an underlying feeling. Along with my uneasiness I felt there was a sort of infatuation she/ he had for me. Again nothing concrete to base that on just a feeling.

Jump forward to around 2001... While in a chatroom I got a private message request from a Jenny. Never wishing to appear rude I took the request and started chatting. It turn out to be Little Jenny. Long story to short we exchanged e-mails and after lots of correspondence, and phone calls, we arranged for her to come and stop at my home for a few days.
During that time she would be my Mistress and I would be her submissive, or whatever she/he would want of me.
This is an example of me agreeing to submit to a Dom/sub relationship without actually knowing what will happen. It might mean I have to participate in something I would not, in the cold light of day, like or agree to normally.
My problem is my submissive needs are sometimes greater than my common sense. What is done to or with me comes a distant second to my need to be Dominated, that need has at times gotten me into some sticky situations, and not the sticky I usually enjoy.
At this point it is worth saying that all the time he stayed with me he remained a male, in dress and persona.
We went to a Fetish Fair in Birmingham (my at the time local City) and to a BDSM club somewhere out in the country side. I can't remember where but it was quite isolated.
He had me dress like a real whore with a very very short skirt, stockings and suspenders (garters). My clitty was locked away in a black chastity device. With a lock of course.
He instructed that I should not wear panties. Which meant with such a short skirt nothing was left to the imagination. Having my clitty on show would have been rather less embarrassing than people knowing I had a chastity device fitted.
The club catered for male and female Dom's and sub's so you can imagine my Embarrassment and Humiliation.
Yes I know I need to be Embarrassed and Humiliated but this was a first. To be led into a club on a Leash dressed as I was, locked in a Chastity Device with visible signs of precum, plus exposed for anyone to view my predicament.
During the evening he introduced me to some of the people there he knew, with instruction to handle the goods (ME!) in anyway they choose.
Actually they were all very nice, showing me different pieces of equipment, along with some having the odd grope here and there. The groping came from both sexes I hasten to add.
Boy oh Boy my clitty was trying to do its natural thing when excited, but being fitted with the Chastity Device meant an erect clitty was impossible. All I was left with was a continual flow of precum. Much to the amusement of those around me.

On the last day Jenny said she wanted to practice some knots and 'hog-tie' me, along with something he had always wanted to try. Something so far he had not been able to do for want of a willing subject to try it on.
Me have this stupid thing about if I agree to something I will always see it through meant that me agreeing at the start to be his submissive totally and without question had by default put me in the frame to be his first subject for whatever he had in mind.
Once the hog-tie was over Jenny poured me a large red wine and asked me to stay in the living room while he prepared the bedroom ready for my participation in his ''something he had always wanted to try'' session.
While I was enjoying the glass of red wine he made ready the bed by laying some large sheet sized plastic across the bed.
Unbeknownst to me he had brought the plastic sheeting with him with the expressed intention of carrying out his plan. Perhaps I had been silly agreeing to let him do anything he liked. ''Perhaps I had been silly'' that's an understatement!
He instructed me to come to the bedroom wearing only stockings and suspenders, once there he first blindfold me then tied me spread-eagled to the bed. Arms and legs were spread very wide and the bondage was extremely tight. He was very good at this. What had I let myself in for?
A muslin cloth was placed over my face and immediately a liquid was being slowly poured onto the cloth. As I tried to breath liquid went up my nose and into my mouth. Straight away I knew it was pee. I was drowning in pee and I could not do a thing about it. Speaking was impossible so I could not even protest or tell him to please stop.
Somehow, either down to luck, or his skill as an amateur torturer I did manage to occasionally catch my breath, but as soon as I did more of the smelly strong tasting urine re entered my nose and mouth.
All I could do was gulp as much air as I could when I could and swallow as fast and as much as I could. The nasty taste and smell no longer mattered, all I concentrated on was breathing.
Once released, and enjoying another glass of wine, Jenny explained how he had been saving urine all morning by peeing into a one litre bottle (about 2 pints). It was at this point I realised he had been drinking rather a lot of tea. I had just thought he was thirsty.
The whole bottle had gone onto my face, most up my nose and down my throat. The spillage he thankfully mopped up with towels. At least he made sure the bedroom carpet remained unsullied even if I didn't.

Later some TV Lady friends and some BDSM acquaintances warned me that Jenny was very unpredictable and had a tendency to be cruel. With that in mind I did cool the relationship, so much so that we never did meet again in private. Occasionally I would see him at a club or a Fetish Fair.
In hindsight would I do the same again? … Probable!

Miss Patricia:
(A True Story from around 199

What an adventure I had Monday afternoon. Did I say adventure? It was more than that! It was a lesson about myself, and was most certainly a point of change in my life.
I had better explain... A few weeks ago I received a letter(snail mail) from a cross dresser who described his dressing as just a hobby. His main interest was S&M. He had come across my name in a TV magazine called Rose's. I don't have an advert or anything like that in there just my name, membership number and approx where I live.
Anyway he had been writing to different TV's over the past couple of years seeing if any were interested in S&M.
I replied and sent a couple of pictures and after some telephone conversations I found myself at his house on Monday afternoon. 
He was a big guy. You know I am tall so you can imagine what he was like if I say big, (at least 6'4". He made me very welcome and we had a chat. Then after a toss of the coin it was decided he was to be the victim first. I did my best but to be honest compared with what followed I was pathetic as a Dom.
 
When it was my turn he dressed in a very matronly outfit plus a rather ill fitting wig (no make-up). My hands were handcuffed behind me at which point my lesson began.
He sat down and I had to stand close in front of him, my skirt was raised around my waist and he parted my legs with his knees as his legs were positioned between mine. Then my knickers were pulled tight between my bottom cheeks and I was told at all times to address him/her as "Miss Patricia". I was told to kneel over a low stool, from then on a tawse and crop was used to teach me how to behave and how to address "Miss Patricia" correctly. Every time I did not address her correctly I got double the strokes. She finished off with b giving me six of the best plus another six to remind me of what I would get if I gave incorrect answers again. At this point I had not only received quite sever punishment across my bottom and upper thighs but more to the point I had been completely humiliated. I was one of "Miss Patricia's Girls" and that is how I had been treated. To my amazement I loved every second...
Still with my hands cuffed behind me I was lead with difficulty and great embarrassment up stairs to the bedroom. Once there I was told I would be tortured and interrogated.
My hands were uncuffed and I was told to remove my skirt and lie face up on the bed. Then my wrists were separately cuffed to each to side of the bed head. At this point I was quite fearful, there was no going back now. The turn on factor was in overdrive, I had never been so sexually charged in all my life, and 'charged' is a very appropriate word for what was to follow.
My knickers were soon removed and my ankles fixed secularly into leg spreaders, which were tied to the bottom of the bed.
Miss Patricia then produced her magic box.
Two metal rings were attached to my, rather overly excited Clitty, one ring at the base the other at the top. Wires from these clips went to her magic box, which had lots of switches and dials on it. This I later found out was a modified 'Tens Unit'. Miss Patricia could increase the frequency and length of the electric shock as well as of course the intensity, as I was soon to find out.
The first thing I felt was electricity passing between the two rings (terminals for those with a technical bent) and although it came as something quite new and strange, the feeling was so sensual and one of the most pleasant things I have ever tried, that was until she increased the voltage then I literally screamed and my whole body arched upwards I could not stop myself. She would then decrease the electricity back to the level at which it was a sensual delight and my screams turned to whimpers. She would then once again throw me out of heaven and back into hell. Increasing the voltage level even higher and leaving it switched on longer, then back to heaven. This went on for I guess an hour. I have never felt so vulnerable and totally helpless. She would ask me to confess and I knew that if I did she would stop, which of course was the last thing I wanted. But in the end the higher voltage was just too great and I did begged her to stop. Which she did after giving me just a final short burst of maximum voltage.
The End... or should I say just the beginning.